"Days plums"

The days are the candy in the mouths of the children, the days are the shortened cigarettes on the lips of the man, and the handfuls of melon seeds that the old man stumbles on. For women, the bags are thick and thin, thin and thick banknotes, and there is always some surplus.

Money can be rejected, love can be rejected, officials can refuse but no one can refuse tomorrow, because tomorrow will always come as scheduled.

Life is a different way of life, some people are busy, some people are leisurely; it is a sum of wealth, some are miserly, some are extravagant. It is an active and passive choice, but the direction is very consistent.

Days are not billions of bills, and there really is no interest that cannot be paid. The days are not destined to be soaked in huanglian and honeypots, it is tasteless in itself, it is people who make it tasteful. The days start clockwise, and each time they get closer, they diverge again and again. Some people think that all clocks and watches have entered the countdown, and some people think that all clocks and watches without beginning and end are a circle.

The days are sometimes long, sometimes short, and the days of the past turn into amber. Decline is also faint, and glory is also faint.

Days are the best reward of time, and it is also a brilliant memory...!